I Realize, For The First Time, How

We Have To Joke About It Because The Alternative Is To Be Scared

Peeta, How Come I Never Know When You're Having A Nightmare?” I Say. “i Don't Know. I Don't Think I Cry Out Or Thrash Around Or Anything. I Just Come To, Paralyzed With Terror,” He Says. “you Should Wake Me,” I Say, Thinking About How I Can Interrupt His Sleep Two Or Three Times On A Bad Night. About How Long It Can Take To Calm Me Down. “it's Not Necessary. My Nightmares Are Usually About Losing You,” He Says. “i'm Okay Once I Realize You're Here.

Something Small And Quiet, Like A Match Being Struck, Lights Up The Gloom Inside Of Me.

It's Lovely. If Only You Could Frost Someone To Death.

But Just The Fact That He Was Sparkling Leads Me To Doubt Everything That Happened.